An old man was critically ill. Feeling that death
was near, he called his lawyer. "I want to become
a lawyer. How much is it or the express degree
you told me about?"

"It's $50,000," the lawyer said. "But why? You'll
be dead soon, why do you want to become a
lawyer?"

"That's my business! Get me the course!"

Four days later, the old man got his law degree.
His lawyer was at his bedside, making sure his
bill would be paid.

Suddenly the old man was racked with fits of
coughing and it was clear that this would be the
end. Still curious, the lawyer leaned over and said,
"Please, before it's too late, tell me why you wanted
to get a law degree so badly before you died?"

In a faint whisper, as he breathed his last, the old
man said, "One less lawyer . . ."